115 Ambush II (1/2)

This was the only path leading to Tiansha and Zhan Beiye was probably chasing after her. His brother must have had lost patience and decided to take action.

The story of Zhangsun Wuji's death must have inspired that man to kill Zhan Beiye and then push the blame to Zhangsun Wuji.

Meng Fuyao sprang up and rushed to the head of the mountain, shouting, ”Stop! Stop!”

Despite channeling inner energy into her voice, the pouring rain, along with the fact that they were separated by the distance of a mountain's width and height, drowned her out. In fact, the horses' gallops were enough to eliminate any noise.

”Stop—”

”An Ambush!”

Without even lifting his head the black-robed rider charged ahead at full speed and was about to reach the end.

”D*mn!”

Meng Fuyao cursed, looking toward the opposite side, where two seemingly split mountains stood facing each other, on which soldiers were ready to attack. The mountain she was on was slighter higher and further away, but if she were to go down a section, the opposite mountains would share a smaller distance. There was a platform there and she could take a risk to get there. While it would test her limits, she did not see any other choices.

Meng Fuyao dashed to the edge of the cliff and someone from the opposite side immediately took notice but was unable to launch their arrows that far away. All he could see was a figure dashing forward and making an impressive leap off the cliff.

”Ah!” he let out. 'Suicide?'

Meng Fuyao had jumped, and time was of the essence. She needed to get onto the platform in order to catch Zhan Beiye's attention. Seconds were all she had.

She let out a thunderous yell, dashing down the steep slope as if it was flat.

Wind gushed from behind like a wave of cannon, attacking her chest area. It was like an invisible hand, reaching toward and suffocating her with the intention of turning this individual, who had chosen to test her physical limit, into ground meat.

Meng Fuyao spat air out, the inner energy in her body immediately being mobilized. Even the inner energy hidden beneath her pubic region was engaged to fight against the natural forces. Like a golden bell canopy, it flowed throughout her body. Due to overuse the inner energy started to surge and gush out of her body like lava.

She bit down on her cheeks, enduring the explosive pressure and speeding up exponentially. Finally, she turned into a black line that flowed seamlessly down the cliff, stopping just before she lost control.

Pfft.

A mouthful of blood was ejected from her mouth, blossoming in the rain like blood-flowers. Meng Fuyao's abrupt brake, which was a form of resistance against all natural forces, was no different from a hammer smashing at the heart.

Yet, it was in this reckless struggle that she gained a breakthrough.

The hooves were rumbling and approaching the break-off point.

Rolling on her side, Meng Fuyao reached the platform before swinging her head to start off a flip, and by the time she landed on her feet, her sword was already in hand.

She raised her head, looking toward the opposite side with eyes like an eagle. Men dressed in black and waiting behind the rocks had their bows ready but were in utter shock as they had just witnessed a crazy leap. A slim figure had completely defied gravity and other natural forces, and they were left speechless. It was until her arrival at the platform that they sensed what she was trying to do and raised their arrows. However, in spite of her difficult situation, Meng Fuyao's eyesight and reaction time were not compromised.

Like a layer of rolling black clouds, Zhan Beiye and his team continued charging and were only about two to three horses away from the break-off point. He had come this urgently through wind and rain in hope of getting to her side as soon as possible. Unable to approach the roads with caution due to the lack of time, he was not at all aware of the predators, who were simply waiting for him to enter their net. Neither did he know that hundreds of meters above him, amid the heavy downpour, stood Meng Fuyao, who had just risked her life fighting against bigger forces in order to warn him of the danger, and had just been launched into a silent life-or-death struggle.

Dark Wind Horses moved closer, the frontmost row about three meters away behind Zhan Beiye.

It was a gap of life and death.

Meng Fuyao looked up and exhaled, reaching for the trunk of a tree nearby and lifting it up.

With the thickness of big thigh, the arrow-like trunk whizzed through the air with sufficient power to split the sky, and the immense air resistance instantly shattered the branches and leaves on it, leaving only the trunk shooting toward the crowd on the opposite side.

Using a tree as javelin, she wasn't leaving room for a gentle discussion.

”Bang!”

The trunk entered the crowd and consecutively took ten over men down. Blood and internal organs splattered all over as corpses could be seen dangling around the trunk before slamming onto the ground.

”Clap.”

A corpse with a trunk-size hole through his chest dropped to the ground before Zhan Beiye's horse, its fresh blood spurting onto his shoes.

A corpse had blocked their entrance, and Zhan Beiye was only a step away from being ambushed.

Zhan Beiye's head shot up. The rain made objects appear hazy, and the black cliff, together with black rain, entered his line of vision. He saw, on the opposite side, a slender figure shifting about, as if dodging arrows.